How Much Are A Duck

When you're happy and you know it
Count your hands.
Count your eyes, and your limbs,
And your unabsolved sins.

When your hungry, count you chickens
As you sew them into eggs.
Maybe you're dreamed instead.

When you're buoyant and cloudless
Thanks yourself.
Thanks the clouds, thank the shrouds
For being so thin.

When you're weary, and your shapeless,
Like your cookie-cutter burst,
Maybe you're dreamed instead.

When you're broken and fragmented,
Try and stay calm.
Try and stay whole, stay together,
If the ceiling's caving in.

When you're fixed, you're a liar,
You're a lie.
You're an afterthought, a glimmer,
And abstracted thing.
You're right there, you're a nightmare.
You're a wavelength, he's in bed.
You're no whole consistent person.
No, you're a dream instead.